What I miss are the old stamp cards at the back of library books.
I miss the little thrill you got looking at the date and names of people who had read this book before you.
I dont know, but I felt connected to the others somehow. We had all shared that little world inside the book, even if we didn’t know it.
I think I would die if I did not have writing. There are just some feeling, emotions, and worries that you can’t voice.
Writing can be that conduit, that voice for the voiceless, that obscure metaphor for those things your soul feels, yet cannot express.
It is with me. And I’m thankful I have at least this.
Of course I have no problem promoting something good.
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I hope that helps Anon. And JazakAllah khairan for your kind words and ameen :3.